Tao Yuanming

Reading The Classic Of Hills And Seas - Poem by Tao Yuanming

In the summer grass and trees have grown.Over my roof the branches meet.Birds settle in the leaves.I enjoy my humble place.Ploughing's done, the ground is sown,Time to sit and read my book.The narrow deeply-rutted laneMeans my friends forget to call.Content, I pour the new Spring wine,Go out and gather food I've grown.A light rain from the East,Blows in on a pleasant breeze.I read the story of King Mu,See pictures of the Hills and Seas.One glance finds all of heaven and earth.What pleasures can compare with these?